Page 23 of Payback, Penelope

“Mama?” His voice is raspy with sleepy confusion. “Why are you in my bed?” There’s a thunderous crack outside, and he jolts. Perfect.

“Mama knows how scared you are when it’s storming outside. I came in here to cuddle you until it passes. Is that ok?”

He audibly swallows and nods, then removes his hand, letting it relax at his side. I stroke the hair on his belly and chest with my fingertips to soothe him. His breath stutters when there’s another round of thunder, and the rain starts beating down harder on the roof.

“Shh, baby, you’re ok. Mama’s here. You’re safe. Go back to sleep.”

“I…I don’t know if I can.” His body starts to tremble, and he scrunches his eyes closed.

“Are you still scared, baby?” He nods. I whisper in his ear, “Maybe Mama can take your mind off the storm. Help you relax so you can go back to sleep.”

“How?”

I slide my hand back down his torso, pausing at his waistband for a moment to see if he’s going to stop me, then dip under the material and apply the barest amount of pressure to his cock. He’s half-hard, which makes me think he must be at least somewhat excited to find me in his bed in the middle of the night.

“Mama,” he moans when I close my fist around his shaft, delighted when it swells. “I don’t think you’re supposed to touch me there.”

I give his cock a cursory tug. “Do you want me to stop?

“No,” he breathes out. “But…” His cock jerks, pre-cum wetting my palm when I drag it up to his tip. I tighten my hold to squeeze more of it out, then use it to coat his now rock-hard shaft. “I don’t want Dad to find out.”

Disappointed by his reaction but understanding of his reluctance, I loosen my grip and pull back. “Ok, I’ll stop.”

“Wait. Don’t stop,” he rushes to say. “I know it’s wrong, but it…it feels good. Really good.”

“Yeah?” Palming his slick erection, I work my fist from the base of him to the tip and back down again. My stepson moans loudly, and I shush him. “You have to be quiet if you don’t want your dad to catch us.” I drape my top leg over his thigh and grind my pussy against his side.

He rolls and bites his bottom lip as his hips jerk off the bed when I increase my speed. “I’m…I’m scared.”

“Of me?”

He turns his head to face me, slides his hand under my neck to palm the back of my head, and places a tentative kiss above my brow. “I’m scared of how good it feels.”

I push the comforter down his thighs and stretch his waistband enough to pull his cock out. I kiss the corner of his lips and whisper, “Don’t be scared, baby. Just enjoy it. Feel how big your cock grows in Mama’s hand.” We’re silent for a few beats, both of us breathing faster.

There’s a hint of unexpected jealousy when he asks, “Do you do this with Dad, too, to help him relax?” He gently tugs on my hair to tip my head back, a frown marring his handsome face.

“Not anymore. Your dad doesn’t like it when I touch him. He doesn’t like touching me either.”

“Why not?”

“He doesn’t think I’m pretty anymore.”

“You’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen, Mama,” he says with conviction.

“You think I’m pretty? That I’m not too old?”

“No way. You’re so beautiful. He’s stupid if he can’t see it.” He rolls toward me and palms the back of my lower thigh while I slowly jerk his cock between us. With vulnerability, like he’safraid I’m going to sayno, he asks, “Since you’re touching me, is it ok if I touch you too?”

“Yes,” I answer with a moan, my skin tingling under the weight of his warm palm.

My stepson caresses up my thigh, pausing with a sharp inhalation at the hem of my silky, black negligee, then nudges under the material until he’s palming my bare ass cheek. “This part of you is beautiful, too,” he says with a throaty tone. I arch my back into his touch. “Is it ok if I…?” He inches his large body closer when I nod, then dips his fingertips between my cheeks experimentally, breathing heavily against my lips.

“Lower, baby,” I plead.

He follows the line down to my slippery wet pussy and gasps when his fingers make contact. “Is this where you want me to touch you?”

“Yes. Oh god,” I whisper-moan. “Push your finger inside me.”

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